Kathy (the seventy-something woman who is the primary renter of my apartment): There’s this other bar around here called the Ding-Dong Bar.
Me: The Ding-Dong Bar?
Richard and Kathy: Yeah.
Me: It sounds like a gay bar.
Kathy: Oh, it’s not. But it’s a lot of fun.
Man whose name I forgot: Kathy, whatchu doin’ goin’ to the Ding-Dong Bar?!
Kathy: I didn’t go in. I read the sign. There were balloons outside.
